Beautiful

SUMMARY: Love was lost. She had it; it was beautiful. But then she lost that. Someone helped her to see the beauty once more, and was even more beautiful.

A/Ns: Hey! This is Unpredictable Mind, creating the fic requested by my sister author Eternal Blood Rose. This one's another romance fic about her and a special someone... you'll find the pairing later in the chapter.

Ate Melanie, here you go!

So I hope you all enjoy this as much as I liked doing it. Read and review!

When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful. Every hour we spent together lives within my heart.

The song's line played over and over again in her head. It hurt to know that another man had broken her heart.

She walked in the park, hoping to find some comfort in nature. Every fight she'd had, she'd spent it in a lovely, quiet corner that she had discovered, and kept to herself, ever since she was five. She saw the familiar path, and started taking slow, small steps down the path.

The concrete path, the one she'd walked on so many times. Dark, it was. But the pale moonlight glowed, allowing her to see it clearly.

She sat on the worn concrete bench, faded and scratched by the years and their elements. Oh, time, why must it pass so quickly?

"Why must it be like this?" she sobbed. "I know no reason why I am being punished. God, why? Have I not done enough good?" Pain was overflowing in her heart. She needed to talk to someone. She knew she had to let her heart out to someone. She could've talked to her best friend, but she was busy for her midterms, and she didn't want to disturb her.

She knew how a heartache felt. But each felt different, each felt worse. Each tore off a piece of her, bigger than before. Why was it that love could hurt? Love shouldn't hurt; instead, it should bring happiness and comfort.

Her hands were shaking. She stopped no tear from falling.

"Why did it have to be like this?" she asked herself.

"I want to shrivel up and die." she muttered, closing her eyes.

She opened her eyes, and bright daylight entered her eyes, making her cover them.

"What's the matter, child? Had another problem?" asked a familiar voice.

She rubbed her eyes. It was just Old Jim, the gardener.

"Yessir." she replied, rubbing her eyes.

"Ah, not another man, is it?" he asked, his large eyes narrowing.

"I'm afraid so." she replied, chuckling.

"Oh, dear." he said, sighing. "You've had a rough night. I think you need rest. So I advise you to go home and have a good meal and a lot of good rest. Perhaps that will help you."

"Thanks, Jim." she said, giving a small smile.

"You're welcome." he replied, as she walked away.

One thing Melanie hated about the city was that there were jerks while commuting. One moment, you'd be walking with some people, and when you get to your destination and check your cell phone, you discover that it's gone. Or, you could just get ambushed or forced to surrender your belongings.

She exited the park, heading to the busy road leading to the building she stayed in. She was glad to be able to live close to the park, so it was just a five minute walk.

Seeing the green light for pedestrians, she started for the other side.

"Awfully busy today." she murmured, placing her foot on the pedestrian lane.

She took a few more steps, and then someone cried, "Look out!"

She turned to see where it was coming from, but then it was too late. Pain throbbed in her leg and pelvic areas. The world started disappearing, and she blacked out.

"Goodbye, world." she whispered.

She opened her eyes to find herself in a hospital room. She frantically searched around for anyone she knew. But instead, she saw this stranger staring at her, looking strangely relieved. Probably, he was relieved to see me alive, she thought.

"Who are you?" she asked, frowning. Who was he and why was he here? He did look strangely familiar, but she couldn't identify who he was.

"Miss, I'm John Layfield." he said, an embarrassed smile on his face. "I'm sorry about what happened to you... I released the brakes by accident while my foot was on the accelerator."

"What?" she exclaimed. She suddenly remembered. Yeah. She was walking home from the park, when a car crashed into her.

"Shh." he said soothingly. "I'm sorry. I really didn't intend that. I am paying for your medical fees, if that's any better."

"Oh." she said, dumbfounded. She really didn't know what else to say. "Thank you."

"Miss, I believe I should be thanking you." he said, scratching his head. "Most people would throw a fit after finding out that something like this had happened to him."

She gave a small smile. "Oh, but I'm not most people, sir."

"I bet you're not." he replied, smiling back. "Don't you have any relatives here?"

"My parents live in the Philippines. I have a few relatives here, but they're half the country away." she replied, chuckling. "But I do have some close friends here. A lot."

"All right. Can I call one of them?" he asked. "You know... so I can tell them you're safe and everything?"

"Okay." she replied, handing him her address book, which she kept in her bag, that was placed on the bedside table. "Call Catherine."

She wouldn't want to be disturbed, but surely she'd make time for an emergency, right?

"She was what?" cried Catherine, her face creased with worry.

"I hit her by accident, miss." the voice replied wearily.

"Oh my God." she muttered, tugging nervously on her hair. "But she's okay, right?"

"Yes, ma'am." he replied.

Catherine couldn't believe this. She was just in the middle of her studying when the phone rang. Then she hears the voice of one of her more disliked wrestlers, John Layfield, then she hears her best friend got hit by a car! How bad could it get? At least, she knew Anny was okay.

"All right. I'll drop by in a while." she said. "Bye."

"Bye."

She hung up. She called to her roommate, Hannah, "I'll be out for a while. Tell prof to reschedule my exams for tomorrow on another day if I'm not back by tonight." She grabbed her keys and put on sandals. then left the dormitory.

I think this will do for chapter one. Tell me what you thought. I value readers' thoughts very much.

If I get at least two reviews, I'll update A.S.A.P.